He kept every promise. The village did not.

Becan left his marshland home because Laila’s father demanded it. Prove your worth, Halwn said. Come back in four years with enough to provide for her. So Becan went. He traded along Roman trade routes, worked and saved and sent Laila a notched feather every harvest to count down the seasons until he could return. She promised to wait. He promised to come back. He kept his word. She kept hers. The village made a different decision entirely. His homecoming becomes a reckoning.

Becan rides home with loaded ponies, hidden coin, and a love song on his lips. He has the gold for her neck and the silver for her feet, all that the old soldiers’ song promises. But the smell of cold ash stops him at the edge of the village street, and the people who come to greet him will not look him in the eye. Laila is gone. Halwn offers careful words. The village hides its shame. Only Clady, a young disfigured woman sitting alone by the water making rope, will speak the full truth.

Heartache, grief, and the courage to go on. This is the emotional heart of p.d.r. lindsay’s prize-winning story. Set in an Iron Age marshland world of peat-dark lakes, a demanding goddess and her rites, and communities where social pressure, majority voices could override a daughter’s last wish, When I Come Again asks what a person does when everything they worked for is gone. It is a story about love that ran deeper than beauty. About grief that has nowhere to put itself. And about the quiet, difficult courage of choosing to build something from the ruins.